DIVORCE

f the previous day still hung over me, but I couldn't bring myself to stay in bed any longer. It felt like every inch of th

t night's half-eaten meal, the remnants of our silence now scattered across the table. I didn't feel like cleanin

he grey morning sky. His posture was slumped, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The sight of him

unyielding. I wanted to speak, to say something, but I didn't know what. What could I say?

arse. It was the first time he had spoken to me this morning, and

eside him, my gaze following his as we both looked outside. The rain was beg

voice barely above a whisper. "I do

ever, I saw something in his eyes-vulnerability. His usual walls, the ones h

h emotion. "I never wanted to be this person. I don't know

had been hurt so many times, knew that words alone couldn't fix what had been broken. I had given him so much of

n forgive you," I said softly. "I don't know if I can

reached for my hand, but I pulled back, unable to l

ice breaking. "I know it's not eno

felt like I could breathe again. But then I remembered why we were here-why I

inally leaving my lips. "I think I need spa

physical blow. "Don't go," he pleaded, his voice raw. "Ple

ce loved so deeply begging me to stay. It hurt too much. It felt lik

ed, barely able to get the words out. "I

ween us. He didn't try to stop me. He didn't argue. Instead,

quietly. "But I still

ther way, they hung in the air, a reminder of the love that had once been so

leave, but I had to. I had to step away, to find some peace within myself, e

ard him call my name, his voice desper

reminder that I was finally walking away from the past. It wasn't easy,

een spoken, and there